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So by the end of the week I'll be a year older. I came down with strep throat over the weekend (no one else in the house did, Thank God!) and am now taking antibiotics that look like horse pills. Walking out of the subway yesterday, I accidentally banged my knee so hard on the turnstile I almost fainted (one block later, because while people were looking I had to keep walking calmly like nothing happened). I got my car serviced today and surprisingly I didn't have to empty my bank account to do it, although I have to give it to the service rep at Toyota --- he tried his best. While I waited for my car, I sat in the lounge in complete horror watching the meals Rachael Ray was making on her show before someone put us all out of our misery and turned on CNN so we could see how in the toilet this country is right now. Interestingly it got us all, complete strangers, talking about Bush, McCain, Obama, Palin, Biden and money and no one got into a fight or accused anyone of being un-American or sexist (maybe the Republicans in the room chose not to speak -- there was one man who never looked up from his magazine). My credit rating is almost back to where it was before one of my former mortgage lenders (one of those "groups" that's always in the papers) botched it by claiming I didn't pay because they misplaced my payoff check when I sold my property (it's been a long road). After leaving the Toyota dealership I went to a bike shop claiming to sell refurbished bikes to price some bikes for the kids. They had teeny-tiny Diamondbacks with training wheels for Baby Girl starting at $100 and mountain bikes for the teen were in the $300 range. I laughed and walked out. The original bicycle I wanted for myself is 4 grand, I then dropped my sights down to the $700 range and now I've priced a couple in the $250 - $350 range, but that's me. I'm grown and I'm the one paying for it and unlike my son, who grinds up everything I give him, I keep my stuff nice.

Anyway...I'm not at work which is never a bad thing. I'm sitting at home eating hot dogs and watching the soap operas my grandmother got me addicted to at the age of eight (my dirty little secret) before I take my daughter to the doctor for a checkup.

So by the end of the week I'll be a year older. I came down with strep throat over the weekend (no one else in the house did, Thank God!) and am now taking antibiotics that look like horse pills. Walking out of the subway yesterday, I accidentally banged my knee so hard on the turnstile I almost fainted (one block later, because while people were looking I had to keep walking calmly like nothing happened). I got my car serviced today and surprisingly I didn't have to empty my bank account to do it, although I have to give it to the service rep at Toyota --- he tried his best. While I waited for my car, I sat in the lounge in complete horror watching the meals Rachael Ray was making on her show before someone put us all out of our misery and turned on CNN so we could see how in the toilet this country is right now. Interestingly it got us all, complete strangers, talking about Bush, McCain, Obama, Palin, Biden and money and no one got into a fight or accused anyone of being un-American or sexist (maybe the Republicans in the room chose not to speak -- there was one man who never looked up from his magazine). My credit rating is almost back to where it was before one of my former mortgage lenders (one of those "groups" that's always in the papers) botched it by claiming I didn't pay because they misplaced my payoff check when I sold my property (it's been a long road). After leaving the Toyota dealership I went to a bike shop claiming to sell refurbished bikes to price some bikes for the kids. They had teeny-tiny Diamondbacks with training wheels for Baby Girl starting at $100 and mountain bikes for the teen were in the $300 range. I laughed and walked out. The original bicycle I wanted for myself is 4 grand, I then dropped my sights down to the $700 range and now I've priced a couple in the $250 - $350 range, but that's me. I'm grown and I'm the one paying for it and unlike my son, who grinds up everything I give him, I keep my stuff nice.

Anyway...I'm not at work which is never a bad thing. I'm sitting at home eating hot dogs and watching the soap operas my grandmother got me addicted to at the age of eight (my dirty little secret) before I take my daughter to the doctor for a checkup.